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That have by marriage made thy Daughter mine:
Gre. Here's packing with a witness to deceive us all.
Vin. Where is that damn'd Villain Tranio,
Bap. Why, tell me, is not this my Cambio?
Luc. Love wrought these miracles. Bianca's love
Vin. I'll fit the villain's nose, that would have sent me to the jail.
Bap. But do you hear, Sir, have you married my Daughter without asking my good-will?
Vin. Fear not, Baptista, we will content you, go to: but I will in, to be reveng'd on this villain.
Exit. Bap. And I, to sound the depth of this knavery.
Exit. Luc. Look not pale, Bianca, ihy Father will not frown.
[Exeunt. Gre. My cake is dough, but I'll in among the rest, Out of hope of all, but my share of the feast. [Exit.
Petruchio and Catharina, advancing. Cath. Husband, let's follow, to see the end of this ado.
Pet. First kiss me, Kate, and we will.
Cath. Nay, I will give thee a kiss; now pray thee, love, stay.
· Pet. Is not this well? come, my sweet Kate ; Better once than never, for never too late. (Exeunt.
Enter Baptista, Vincentio, Gremio, Pedant, Lucentio, Bianca, Tranio, Biondello, Petruchio, Catharina, Grumio, Hortensio, and Widow. Tranio's
servants bringing in a banquet. Luc.
And time it is, when raging war is done,
Pet. Nothing but fit and fit, and eat and eat!
Pet. Now, for my life, Hortenho fears his Widow.
sense : I mean, Hortenho is a feard of you. Wid. He, that is giddy, thinks, the world turns
round.: Pet. Roundly replied. Cath. Mistress, how mean
that? Wid. Thus I conceive by him.
Pet. Conceives by me, how likes Hortenfio that?
you meant by that.
Cath. A very mean meaning.
[Drinks to Hortenfio. Bap. How likes Gremio these quick-witted folks ? Gre. Believe me, Sir, they butt heads together well.
Bian. Head and butt? an halty-witted body
Vin. Ay, mistress Bride, hath that awaken'd you?
[Exeunt Bianca, Catharine, and Widow.
Tra. Oh, Sir, Lucentio slip'd me like his grey-hound,
Tra. 'Tis well, Sir, that you hunted for yourself : 'Tis thought, your deer does hold you at a bay.
Bap. Oh, oh, Petruchio, Tranio hits you now.
Pet. He has a little gallid me, I confess;
Bap. Now, in good sadness, Son Petruchio, I think, thou hast the veriest Shrew of all.
Pet. Well, I say, no; and therefore for assurance,
Hor. Content; what wager?
Pct. Twenty crowns !
Luc. That will I.
[Exit. Bap. Son, I'll be your half, Bianca comes. Luc. I'll have no halves: I'll bear it all myself.
word That she is busy, and cannot come. Pet. How?. The's busy and cannot come, is that an
Bion. I go.
Hor. Sirrah, Biondello, go and intreat my wife to come to me forthwith.
[Exit Biondello. Pet. Oh, oh! intreat her!
then she needs must
Hor. I am afraid, Sir, do you
Bion. She says, you have some goodly jest in hand;
Pet. Worse and worse, she will not come!
Hor. I know her answer.
S CE N E V.
comes rine ! Cath. What is your will, Sir, that you send for me? Pet. Where is your Sifter, and Hortenfo's Wife? Cath. They fit conferring by the parlour fire.
Pet, Go fetch them hither; if they deny to come, Swinge me them foundly forth unto their husbands: Away, I say, and bring them hither straight.
(Exit Catharina. : Luc. Here is a wonder, if you talk of a wonder. Hor. And so it is: I wonder, what it bodes.
Pet. Marry, peace it bodes, and love, and quiet life,